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she resisted. she pleaded. she gave to him a complete reckoning.
ramesses explored the root of his own resistance. was it possessiveness or a true love cultivated for the lilac? 
he did not understand it, and wanted to forbid this perfidy from permeating his household.
"i am pharaoh," ramesses said softly, gazing now at the girl who sat in his throne but did not yet fill it. "let her be separated from you. let her leave your side. let akashingo polish her. but — there will be no last expectation."
magnanimous on his part.
the education of a fellahin involved no finality. only he could do so. but he did not explain this. "let her spend time from your bosom and you from hers. test her but be warm." it was still dangerous. it was still foolhardy, to let this bond continue. but ramesses was not a god of force. he wished to be wanted and intemperate servants would not do.
and he too now was curious to know if the days ahead would change such things.
pharaoh offered a compromise. makono would go to bayek and leave her maidservant in the hands of the priestess and the courtesan. and if all was well, nazli would return to the council of her crown prince, ready to be serve makono's higher aim.